“Neither did I," Holden says. "Angel, you’ve been a bad, bad girl,” Holden growls. She arches a provocative eyebrow in response. "And you know what happens to bad girls?" She shakes her head with a teasing smile stretching across her lips. “Don't worry, you're about to find out.”
CHAPTER 61
Holden
The ride up the elevators to the fourth floor is filled with pent-up tension. Brandon stands in one corner and I stand in the other with our princess in the middle. Once in a while, she chances a glance our way. Most times, we just shake our heads at her. She usually responds by innocently batting her eyelashes. Dirty little princess.
When the elevator doors open, we let her out first. I give her directions to our suite, which is located at the end of the hallway. Brandon and I follow her as she sways her hips from left to right. To say that those high heels and ankle corsets have my cock on high alert would be an understatement. I’m going to have to thank Brandon later. When we get in front of our suite, I swipe the keycard, open the door and gesture for Amelia to step in first. When she does, I wink at Brandon. He grins from ear to ear. The second we step inside, soft music comes from the speakers, almost like a greeting.
“Oh,” Amelia says excitedly when she sees the long bar in the left side of the suite. “Champagne," she says when her eyes zoom in on the big silver bucket filled with ice and five bottles of Dom Pérignon.
“No more drinking for you. I don’t want your senses dulled to the point where you can’t remember what Brandon and I will do to your body… and your soul,” I warn.
“I'm in full control of my senses, Holden," she quips, lifting her chin defiantly to drive her point.
"Let's keep it that way," I retort.
“You can be so demanding,” she replies.
“I know, angel,” I smile. “Do we have a deal?”
"Okay." She shrugs nonchalantly. She takes a few steps around the suite, soaking in the sleek and modern décor unaware of what’s hiding behind the large window that's covered with opaque gray Italian velvet curtains. One thing at a time. “This room looks nothing like what I would’ve expected,” she says.
“What did you expect,” I ask?
"Something a little more dramatic. Dangerous even," she says.
"In what sense?" Brandon asks.
“Where are the chains, harnesses, whips, bondage chair and other BDSM paraphernalia? And what about the infamous Saint Andrew's cross?” It's shocking how she rolls out those things with such familiarity.
“How do you know of all of that?” I inquire.
“Research,” she grins proudly.
"At Charlie's?" Brandon concludes.
She nods.
“Nikolaj usually goes for the simpler suites and leaves the dungeons to hardcore patrons. That suits us fine," I explain.
"Yeah, neither Holden nor I feel the need to push the envelope that far," Brandon adds.
"Oof," she lets out at the same time as she swipes the back of her hand over her bangs. "Thank God. I don't know how I was going to explain the red whip marks all over my body to Daddy."
My eyes widen like saucers. It takes me a second to realize she's joking. When I do, I roar in laughter. Brandon does the same.
"You're not nearly as nervous as you were downstairs," Brandon points out when he finds his composure.
She shakes her head. "No. Now it's just the three of us," she confesses. “There’s no pressure.”
We’re not interested in whipping our princess and leaving marks or bruises on her perfect skin. This room has the bare minimum—long bar, a few accent tables, an oversize sofa, a couple of oversized armchairs with matching ottomans and an oversized bed that Chris swears fits five people comfortably. The focal point is the large window and what goes on below, but Amelia doesn't know that yet.
“Good,” I nod.
"That, and let's be honest, Ciara did help me break the ice." There she goes flashing that devilish grin again. Cheeky vixen.
“Take the coat off,” I order. “I want to see how Brandon’s shirt looks on you.”
“Aren’t you going to say anything about what I did downstairs?” she asks.
"Nope,” Brandon responds. “No man with a cock and a pulse would object to that," he adds.
“Don’t you think it was risqué?” she presses.
“You enjoyed it?” I volley.
“It was a spur of the moment thing,” she retorts with a noncommittal one-shoulder shrug.
"That doesn't answer my question," I tell her.
"Would it make me sound like the slutiest slut on the planet if I say I did?" That hilarious expression again.
I bite off a smile. "Not at all, angel. It would simply confirm that tonight is going to be unforgettable for all of us,” I grin.
“So, you really didn't mind?" She changes her angle.
Maybe I wasn’t convincing enough.
"We like you naughty," Brandon tells her.
“Damn right we do," I confirm.
“That’s one of the many things I like about you,” she affirms. If you only knew how many things we like about you. “You never make me feel ashamed.”
“And we never will,” I smile. “No matter how dirty, just ask and we’ll grant you your wish,” I tell her.
“Okay,” she responds before folding her lower lip between her teeth.
I drop my eyes to her feet. "Do you like the shoes?” I change subjects.
“They’re bloody sexy.” Even with the contact lenses, her eyes sparkle when she says that.
“What about the ankle corsets?” Brandon asks.
“Devilish. Just like you.” That wins her a huge grin. The guy’s whipped.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, sweetie,” Brandon promises.
“What do you have in mind for me?” She cuts to the chase.
Brandon and I exchange a knowing glance.
"Our princess is eager to find out why we brought her up here,” he says.
“It sounds like it,” I laugh.
“Do you blame me?" she retorts. “You bought me all these expensive clothes, but from Holden’s earlier warning, it sounds like I won’t be wearing them for long.” No, you won’t. “It makes a girl wonder about her fate,” she says. “Not to mention that if you’re not going to flog me or tie me up to a wooden cross, how different it this from you shagging me at your penthouse?”
“I guess, it's only fair we tell her," Brandon purses his lips. “Why keep her in the dark any longer about our deviant plans?”
“Oh God,” she gasps.
“You asked, princess,” Brandon cocks a brow at her.
"It’s really simple, angel,” I say, commanding her attention. “You can live out any experience you want—handcuffs, blindfold, we can tease your clit with pearls or feathers. We can even tie you up to that bed over there and have our way with you. There’s even a chest full of kinky toys at our disposal. Brandon and I will give you anything you want. You just have to ask.” I study her carefully, waiting for her reaction before adding, “What will it be?”
She doesn't answer immediately. Instead, her eyes shift from mine to Brandon’s.
“It’s okay, sweetie. You can tell us,” Brandon coaxes.
“Anything?” she hesitates.
“Anything,” I confirm.
“Absolutely,” Brandon reinforces.
“I want both of you,” she blurts out.
“You already have us,” I quip.
“You know you do,” Brandon backs me up.
She shakes her head. “No, I mean, I want you at the same time.”
“Wh-what?” I frown my confusion.
I know it sounds crazy for a bad boy like myself to ask that question. Still, don’t judge. She just pulled a fast one on us.
“I want both your cocks inside me,” she explains further.
“Jesus Chris, Amelia,” Brandon chokes.
"Are you serious?” I ask. I'm as dumbfounded as he is.
“Yes,” she nods.
I take a step closer to her and Brandon mirrors me. We’re essentially forming our familiar triangle.
“You’re not ready, angel," I cajole in a soft voice.
“We're pretty big guys," Brandon adds. I'm relieved to hear the concern in his voice. "We don't want to hurt you, sweetie,” he says, caressing her cheek.
“I've done my homework. And I'm ready," she announces without a shred of doubt.
Did I miss something? “What are you talking about?" I ask.
“Ready?” Brandon inquires, before taking her face in his hands. "I don't think you understand what this implies,” he adds.
She nods. "I understand very well.” She grins back at him. “Wasn’t it you who said two cocks are better than one?”
“Sweetie, we've been taking turns with you for a reason.” Brandon tries to reason with her.
“And I appreciate it, but I want to know how it feels when my two feral lovers take me completely.”
She had to go there.
“What you’re asking is very intense,” Brandon argues.
“Holden said I could ask for anything. Well, this is what I want,” she holds her ground firmly.
Okay. Not what I expected. “Angel, your virgin ass is really, really tight,” I remind her.
“Not anymore.”
“How is that even possible?” I croak.
“I came here prepared.”
What the fuck?
I shoot Brandon a glance. He looks as perplexed as I do. Before we can say another word, Amelia takes several steps backward. Slowly she unbuttons the leather trench coat, removes it and places it on the sofa.
“Amelia,” I warn.
"Sweetie, what's gotten into you tonight?" Brandon’s expression speaks volumes.
Who the hell is this woman? And more importantly, how the hell did she manage to turn the tables on us?
As if to taunt us further, the most appropriate song fills the room. ‘Bad Sometimes?’ I can’t help but shake my head in amazement. Wow.
"Are you behind this?" I ask. I already know that's impossible, but the coincidence is uncanny. "Is that part of your seduction arsenal, Princess Amelia?"
She strides towards me with her gaze glued to mine until she’s standing right in front of me. We stare at each other for a few beats before she speaks.
“Chief Petty Officer Barclay,” she murmurs, trailing the back of her fingers up against the lapel of my jacket. She takes a deliberately deep breath and says, “Alas, I'm not that gifted, but that song does drive my point." She concludes her sentence by lifting the sides of her lips into a triumphant smile. “You can’t tell me I can be as bad as I want to be, but then put the brakes on my kinky requests. That’s wrong, sir.” She turns her head to the right. “As for you,” she points a manicured finger at my best friend. “I’m surprised, Petty Officer Buckingham, that you wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to claim me there… mark my ass as yours like you claimed my mouth the first time you kissed me and the following day when you came down my throat,” she tells Brandon. The guy’s jaw literally drops open. “So, officers, you want me to be good or bad?”
I just chuckle. I’m too impressed by her repartee to say anything more.
“Amelia,” Brandon lets out in a low voice. Something tells me he intended on that being a reprimand, but it comes out almost like a plead. She’s got him by the balls. Yeah, mine belong to her as well.
She stands there with her hands on her waist. A clear sign of defiance. Brandon and I bounce our gaze from hers to each other’s.
“I’ve missed you so desperately,” she says breaking the heavy silence.
“Do you think it's any different for us?” Brandon retorts, almost insulted. He’s back in the game.
“I want this. With the two of you," she affirms. “What if I prove that I’m ready?”
“I’m going to have to talk to Ciara to find out if she spiked your champagne on the way here,” I offer as a response.
“Do you want me to keep the wig on for the rest of the evening?”
That’s her fucking answer?
She wants to play? Let’s play.
“You seem to want to lead this dance, angel. You decide,” I humor her.
“It won’t feel the same if it’s not me,” she says. With that, she sashays towards the bar and grabs two tumblers and places them in front of her. She then grabs a bottle of Evian water, cracks open the cap and pours the liquid into each glass. Brandon and I shrug at each other. We watch as Amelia carefully removes her contact lenses and drops them into the water. She rips off her wig and the net holding her hair in place to allow for her beautiful cascade of hair to fall over her shoulders. “Better,” she sighs. She crosses the room and walks towards one of the two chairs flanking the long sofa with a confident step.
“What’s up with the charade?” Brandon asks.
“Your patience will be rewarded, sir,” she winks. Those green eyes are sparkling like never before.
Well hell.
Her eyes shift from mine to Brandon’s as she undoes his white shirt. Each button is a deliberate tease and she knows it. When she reaches the last one, the shirt opens, revealing the sexy lingerie we selected for her.
“Jesus,” I mutter.
“Christ, sweetie. What are you doing to us?” Brandon hisses.
“Call it an incentive, sir,” she says before resuming her mission. She removes the shirt and drops it to the floor. When it hits the wood in a silent hush, all three of us lower our eyes to it. “Two more to go,” she announces. Brandon and I stare at her like fools. You’d think we’ve never seen her half naked before.
“The way the light hits your body in that sexy combo is illegally hot,” I say.
“Fuck, yeah. I might have to demand that you flaunt around in that combo all weekend long around the penthouse. It goes without saying that the shoes and ankle corsets would be part of the look,” Brandon chimes in.
“Of course,” she winks.
We’ve seen her in myriad of lingerie colors, but this is the first time we’ve seen her in virginal white. What a treat. My eyes zoom in on her peaks and I’m already salivating.
“Fuck, your nipples are begging for my mouth. They’re so hard, it’s like they’re scratching the white lace, dying to feel our touch.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Brandon commiserates.
She looks down for a beat. “I think they are,” she flashes me a cocksure grin.
“Turn around,” I command, waving my finger in a circle. She twirls and now stands with her mouth-watering ass facing us. “I knew this would look fucking hot on you, but I didn’t expect for it to leave me speechless.”
“Thank you. I like it a lot. And for the record, I’m willing to prance around in these all weekend long. It makes me feel very sexy… because it came from you,” she confesses from over her shoulder, turning her head just enough for our eyes to meet.
“We’re glad you do,” Brandon replies.
“Sliding into these a few hours ago was a painful reminder of how much my whole body is aching for you,” she says. “But it seems that just me telling you isn’t enough. I guess I should show you instead.” Once again, Brandon and I stare at each other baffled. Without turning around to face us, our princess unsnaps the hooks on her white lace bra. She slides each strap down her arms before removing it completely and tossing it to the side. She’s very deliberate about it, fully aware our eyes are fixed on her. She slides her panties down, but stops halfway. “Oh God, these are so drenched,” she says. As if my cock wasn’t hard enough, she swipes a finger between her pussy lips and scoops up some of her slickness. “See how wet I am.” She lifts a coated finger in the air as proof. Did I mention her back is still facing us? Jesus Christ.
“Let me clean that off for you,” Brandon suggests.
“It’s okay. I got it,” she says before licking her own finger. That stops him right in his tracks. She’s killing us. The raunchy sounds she makes are into
xicating.
“Fuck,” Brandon and I hiss in unison.
Ignoring our pleads, she slides down her panties all the way to her ankles before stepping out of them. She kicks them to the side and now she stands in front of us naked.
I’m about to say something, but she bends over the oversize armchair. The way she parts her legs wide and lifts her ass up in the air gives us quite the tantalizing show. She circles her arms behind her until her hands are gripping her ass and parting her cheeks.
“Christ!” I hiss.
“Goddammit!” Brandon shouts.
Instinctively we both tilt our heads to the side to catch a better view. She’s fanned out so shamelessly that I miss the pièce de résistance.
“What do you think, boys?” she asks wiggling her ass at us. That’s when I notice the red dot nestled between her ass cheeks. Holy shit.
“A butt plug?” The words just drop out of my mouth.
“Yup,” she says proudly.
“When the hell did this happen and why didn’t you warn us?” Brandon asks.
“I wanted it to be a surprise. I started with the small one and graduated to a bigger size every other day. I’ve been wearing them an hour a day everyday. This is the biggest one Charlie could find. It’s called The Big Challenge.” She taps the base of the plug a few times. Fuck. My cock pulses with each tap. “The name fits perfectly. It’s mind-blowingly huge, but then again, so are you,” she laughs. “Between us, I really enjoyed walking around all week with a butt plug. It made me feel incredibly perverted. Very kinky.” This time, she punctuates her sentence by gyrating her ass in a provocative circle. Suddenly she stops and tilts her head backwards with her eyes fixed to the ceiling. "How appropriate," she laughs. Huh? "‘No limit?’" It takes me a second to realize that the song has changed and when I catch the bridge, once again, I can't help but smile. This girl is too much. “If this doesn’t say shag my virgin ass, I don’t know what will. The message couldn’t be clearer, gentlemen.”
“Jesus Christ, Amelia.” I nearly choke on my words.
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